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December 15, 2005

Sigh.

One of the great perks of the firm I work for are our Christmas Parties. Classical cliche' parties - huge shrimp, prime rib, fish, moist chicken, fancy doings, nice presents, open bar - but an employee base that does not include people who xerox their booties, nor stand in the corner with a lampshade on (admittedly because my melon is so huge they don't fit).

SWWBO really likes those parties. She was working it so she'd get home on Friday an hour before the party started, and off we'd go.

So, I just got this email...

Hi, handsome,

Everything was going beautifully, but they had a dns problem and they broke XXXX, so I am staying until Wednesday. So, have fun at the party and eats lotsa shrimp!

I will try to call you from the pay phone tonight if you let me know when you will be home.

Of course, the good news is that even though I'll be working all weekend, I don't have to go to Boston next week, so when I come home, I'm done for the year, pretty much.

And, I will only be here in wherever I am tonight - then I go back to London and I'll be staying next to Hyde Park - they say it's very nice.

I wish we were rich - get a lottery ticket, please? Win it and fly here!!!

Love you muchly,

Beth

Those people who *broke* things better be working this weekend, too!

Sigh. Bastards are putting a *real* hash on my mellow this fricking holiday season. We missed *both* the good parties. I know, I'm still here and can go - but it's way the helk downtown and I *hate* going stag to something like this. I'll just be grumpy or falsely jovial.

The money spends, though. Pardon me, I have a lottery ticket to buy...

Posted by John at December 15, 2005 01:54 PM